He Is To Deafness Prone Poem by Lev Brekhman

'He is to deafness prone! ' -
So suddenly it came again,
My hands I see as stranger's paws.
The former traits I seek in vain,
And more and more of Other shows.
First hand, then feet, my belly next,
I'm so happy there is no mirror.
What is this face? A holy text?
Or now a gory blob of Satan's leer?
I'll never be the same, oh no.
Suspicion grows, that not I alone.
I'm sending a prayer to Almighty God,
No answer is forthcoming: He is to deafness prone.